Sick

Blood? Again?

Seokjin's pov

It was evening now. After a full day of watching over Jimin as he got to know and play with his two uncles I am beat. I finish tucking him in bed and place a kiss on the exhausted boys forehead.

I return to Namjoon's room and take a shower to get ready for bed. He's been gone the whole of the afternoon and now it's the evening he is still not back. The meeting must be important. Wonder why he made him fly out here so quickly? I decide to read and wait for him. I'm a little tired but it's tolerable. I pull up a chair near the balcony and dim the lights just so I can see.

It's been over an our now. The time says it's 11:30 pm but I'm convinced it's lying. Nonetheless it's too late now. I guess Namjoon's going to take longer. I head to the bathroom again to brush my teeth.

As im doing so I feel a clammy and wierd sensation bubble up in my chest. It tickles and causes me to cough into the sink making all the toothpaste foam splatter in the bowl and onto the mirron. For christ's sake of all times to cough. I wash it off and clean the sink spotless. The sensation builds up again and i cough more this time. What the hell? Not this again. I cough a little louder and it burns my chest a little.

Oh god, am i going to have to got to the hospital again? They told me i was fine. I cough again and gasp for air as if my own breath was betraying me. I walk over to the nightstand and take the water bottle and try to control my breathing. It subsides and seems to calm itself.

Heading back to the bathroom i resume brushing, gurgling the water and spitting it out. A faint smudge of red catches my eyes. It's blood no doubt. Did i brush that hard?

My thoughts are interrupted by a noise coming from the door. It fiddles with the handle a little trying to open it. Jimin? Can't be, he's practically out cold. I walk over and open it.

It's Namjoon. He's limping a little, face a little cloudy and smell of cigars hot on his clothes. "Namjoon? What are u doing? Come in." He giggles.

I can tell he's slightly tipsy straight away but I ask anyway. "Are you drunk?" I ask throwing my hands at my hips. "No, don't be ready-ridiculous!" He says sluring his words out and giggling. Oh god he's more than tipsy. Nice business meeting!

"Ah geez, come on, get inside." I say pulling him inside and closing the door.

He stands in the middle of the room dazzed and a little lost. I've dealt with this mood before countless times. It was more common in our teens though and early twenties too, before Jimin and before marriage. The times we use to ditch university and screw around getting drunk on the cheapest booze ever.

Good times

I pull his hand towards the bathroom and he lazily follows without a word. I put the toilet cover down and ask him to sit. He does and i go get him pyjamas. When i come back he has his hands in his palms with his head down. "Namjoon are you alright?" I ask setting the clothes close by.

He lifts his head up and tosses it back looking at the ceiling. "Namjoon?"

I come closer to him trying to get a better look of him face. I didn't know what was wrong.

I step in between his legs and reach out to the unmoving figure. Without warning he closes his legs and wraps his arms around my waist.

For fucks sake. "Jinie~" he slurs. "Jinie you smell so nice~" he was gone. How much did he even drink? I rest my hands on his shoulder. "Namjoon let's get you dressed for bed. Put your arms up so i can take your shirt off." I instruct. "You wan' take m'shirt off?"
"Yes so we can go to bed." He giggles again.

He releases the hold on my waist and lifts his arms up. I'm a hundred percent sure he could have done that himself but he just wanted to be babied. I lift his shirt off and toss it in the hamper all the while still locked between his legs.

I reach for the pyjama shirt and is stopped by Namjoon. His hands hold mine and puts them back to my sides.
I try again and he does the same.

"Namjoon!" I scold. He doesn't react much but looks up to me with the same cloudy expression. Them he looks down again. His face in line with my waist.

"I like your hips." He says out of the blue as he grabs onto them with both hands on either side. "Have I ever told you that Jinie~?" He asks rubbing them in gently.

"Yes, about a trillion times. Let's go to bed now. I'm tired." I say giving up on the pyjamas. He'll sleep like this. There's no way I'm going to get him dressed in this state. Dressing Jimin while his throwing a tantrum would be less annoying.

Suddenly his strokes stop their continuous pattern and Namjoon presses my sides a little tighter and begins to raise my pyjama shirt up exposing my stomach to him. He leans forward and presses his cold lips to it. He starts leaving feather like kisses on my lower torso. He feels nice I admit but Namjoon was drunk. Dazed in his giggly little world.

"Nam-" before i can finish he stands up straight. He cups my face and presses his lips to mine gently. The taste of the vile aftertaste of wine invades my minty fresh mouth. His hand moves to the back of my neck while the other grabs at my hips once again; this time pulling it towards his body harshly.

I try to pull away gently by pushing against his naked chest. This wasn't the time for this. It's late, we're at his parents' house and Jimin was practically next door.

He begins to push himself towards my body making me walk backwards. I break the kiss and look up at the latter. "Joonie we can't do this right now, this is you're parents' place and Jimi-"

"Jin, I want you." He says cutting me off completely.
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To be continued

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